Macbeth's Coronation Dinner

The Coronation Dinner I was pleased to be apart of the coronation of the new king. Pleased about my position of nobility in this life, sitting at this glorious dining table surrounded by other royalty and servants. Since I was a child I have never seen such magnificent of a simple place to eat. Candles glimmer all around us, but light wanes in the distance. Our table is located in the very middle of the Behemoth dining hall, with the outskirts and nearby walls being bathed by darkness It feels like an island of light in a dark world. I come to sit down and Ross, a person of interest to me, comes and sits down too. Afterwards Lords and some attendees come and sit and we wait patiently. Then finally our patience is relieved because Lady Macbeth

"The guests are so bored they'll think they're paying for their meal!" Ross who sits closest to them at the 16 seat rectangular dinner table nods in agreement. Macbeth looks up from his mammoth pool of contained wine. He looks at his guests solemnly, then breaks a smile and raises his cup in the air and says a toast. Unto which all his guest enthusiastically hurrah in respondence. “Oh I wish Banquo was here, to entertain in this ceremony, maybe he is late” Macbeth says setting down his drink. Ross remarks to this but I interject soon afterwards to say, “Have a seat!” Yet as Macbeth is about to, he stops and looks around. There is Ross, Lords his wife and attendees sitting around the table and his eyes pause at a spot.With a quizzical face he mutters, “The table is full.” Yet it wasn’t really full. I motion over to a seat near me, taken by no one. I tell macbeth to sit, but to Macbeth the most horrific sight bestows him, sitting in that seat. Despite my eyes perceiving absolutely nothing.“Which one of you did this?” Macbeth says like he is seeing a ghost. He quickly moves away from the table backing into the dimly lit outskirts of the massive dinner hall, his face, a look of horror. “You can’t say I did it. Don’t shake your bloody head at me.” He says to no one, beginning to clutch the pillar behind

“Go Away! For you are dead! There is no life in you, no power!-” I look around and the guests are unsettled, confused and worried. I can't believe my luck. There’s no need to spy, when Macbeth is just standing there shouting out his secrets. “What do you think has overcome him?” I ask the table, looking at my plate and trying to saw through cow-breast with a knife. “Lady Macbeth says he’s ill” Ross says. I nod, maybe Ross isn’t too interesting after all there’s much more going on, can't he tell?, I think to myself. Lady Macbeth quickly takes the attention off of him, “Just a weird ailment, I’m sorry it’s ruining our celebration, she looks solemnly at the ground and back at the guests with her plastered smile. “I think it best if everyone left this instant. Your highness isn’t feeling well as you can see-” “He screams about as if he’s afraid of something that isn’t there, as if your husband is regretful about some terrible deed,” I say giving her a smart glance. Lady Macbeth hesitates for a second, and she continued to try to get us out as if i never said